Shuttle Gate of All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 41
Seeing Wei Dayong practicing martial arts, Fang Chen didn't bother him.

Immediately let the soldiers bury the pot to make food, while I waited aside, trying to practice the Qigong that Li De gave.

Fang Chen discovered that Li De's practice method of holding qigong had a lot in common with Wei Dayong's practice method.

"Could it be that my aptitude is too poor?"

Fang Chen struggled for two hours, but still made no progress.

I don't know how many times I have tossed and tossed, but I still can't feel a sense of aura in my body.

Cultivate internal strength, hurt people with vigor, and be able to strike fierce palms and fists. This kind of martial arts realm is what Fang Chen dreamed of since he was a child.

Now I have finally obtained a copy of the formula of qigong, but I can't practice it.

"I still don't believe it, that Li De can do it, why can't I?"

Fang Chen remembered that when Li De gave him this secret book, he once demonstrated to him that that kind of energy formed an incomparably powerful force, which bounced Fang Chen several meters away.

Relying on this strength, Li De was evenly matched with the four terrifying robots.

"Diligence can make up for weakness, I can do it!"

Fang Chen cheered himself up, and started to practice according to the Qigong again.

"It still doesn't work!"

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Chen stopped practicing and prepared to come back tomorrow.

The moment he raised his head, he couldn't help but froze.

Wei Dayong was looking at him intently. "Brother Fang, are you practicing martial arts?"

"Well, do you see anything wrong?"

Fang Chen's heart moved when he heard the words, Wei Dayong has practiced martial arts for ten years and is very experienced. Could it be that he sees that I can't practice properly?

By the way, why don't I learn from Wei Dayong?
"Brother Fang, you haven't practiced breathing yet, have you?" Wei Dayong thought for a while and said.

After he finished his practice, he saw Brother Fang sitting there, practicing just like himself.

However, in his opinion, Brother Fang has no Qi in his body.

"Well, I've been practicing for almost half a year, and I still can't do it." Fang Chen hasn't made any progress for so long, and the excitement in his heart has long since faded.

"Brother Fang, look at mine!"

Wei Dayong's right hand was like a knife, and Mu Ran slashed towards a small tree as thick as an arm.

With a click, the small tree was instantly split in two.

In fact, he really wanted to ask Fang Chen what kind of exercises he practiced, but these things were all secrets, so it was difficult for him to ask, so he had to use practical actions to solve them.

"Dayong, have you cultivated your internal strength?"

"Well, this is just for beginners, I taught it in Shaolin Master." Wei Dayong said.

"Master teaches"

Fang Chen smiled wryly, it was not easy to get this exercise from Li De, so you still expect him to teach it?

"Master said I was a bit dull, so it took me three years to practice breathing." Wei Dayong said a little embarrassed. "My master also said that if you want to practice breathing quickly, you must find a place with fresh air to practice."

"In a place with fresh air, the heaven and earth are full of aura, so you can get twice the result with half the effort."

"You spent three years? A place with fresh air?"

Fang Chen's heart moved and he asked. "Dayong, where do you usually practice in Shaolin?"

"The back mountain, the top of the mountain, it seems that after the rain, the effect of practice is better."

Wei Dayong scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Houshan, after the rain, it seems that the famous mountains and rivers with few people should be full of vitality in those places!" Fang Chen thought to himself.

Such a place full of vitality is definitely not available in reality.

The real sky has been covered by car exhaust and heavy industry exhaust. How can we talk about fresh air?
Seeing Fang Chen pondering, Wei Dayong said again. "My master also said that the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China was a period of prosperity for martial arts, and masters emerged in large numbers. With the emergence of a large number of car guns, the sky was polluted, and it was even more difficult for some people with poor aptitude to practice Qi."

"No wonder, only moves are left in the real martial arts. Fighting pure strength skills, such as Sanda, people who practice Qi are already very rare." Fang Chen finally understood why there were so many martial arts masters in the late Qing Dynasty.

In the 21st century, there are no great masters.

"Dayong, help me look at this." Fang Chen thought for a while and handed Wei Dayong the Qi-shu technique.

Wei Dayong has a master to teach, maybe he can see the clue.

"Brother Fang, this exercise of yours is much better than mine." Wei Dayong took Fang Chen's exercise and looked at it carefully for a while.He just started cutting wood in Shaolin, and later he was taught some kung fu by a wood cutting master.

He could tell that Fang Chen's technique was much better than his own.

"Dayong, point me in the right direction!" Fang Chen knew that he didn't have a master to lead him in, and he probably couldn't do anything without training his breath.

"Ok, no problem."

386 Brigade Independent Regiment.

The headquarters is located at the east end of an abandoned small mountain village.

In a hut sat three soldiers.

The shining five-pointed star on the head is very conspicuous.

"Old Li, this time I have called you back to fight against the arrogance of these elite devils!" The man who spoke had big eyes and was very energetic.

"Political Commissar Zhao, I'm afraid this won't work. My quilt factory still has a lot of unfinished tasks!" Lao Li glanced at Political Commissar Zhao, took a puff of cigarette, and said secretly. "Who said that I, Li Yunlong, disobeyed orders and transferred me away, and now come to me for emergency? No way!"

"Old Li, don't be like this, you are the only one who can eliminate these devils!" Commissar Zhao said, looking at Kong Jie who was on the side. "Old Kong, you can persuade him, you have also seen that the brothers have lost so much, we must think of a way."

"Old Li, you just take on this burden!"

Kong Jie also arrived very helplessly, this time the little devil was very skillful, in a group of three, the bullets were aimed at the face.

Once shot, there is no escape.

Political commissar Zhao and Kong Jie persuaded him a lot, and finally Li Yunlong agreed to take action.

At this moment, a guard happily walked in,
"Political commissar, head! Great news, great news!" The guard saluted the three of them and hurriedly announced the good news.

"What great news? Tell me what you have to say." Li Yunlong glanced at the guards and said angrily.

"Then Colonel Yamamoto is dead." After the guard finished speaking, he still couldn't restrain the joy in his heart.

"Master Yamamoto is dead? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Li Yunlong frowned. "Xiao Lin, you will be punished for spreading false news!"

"Leader, it's not fake news, it's true!"

The guard said quickly. "Thirty miles away from us, an organization of about two companies appeared. Their weapons are advanced, and they are the most advanced submachine guns on the market. The most important point is that these troops do not belong to Mr. Baru, nor Belonging to ZYJ, they are all Westerners!"

"It's these people who took over the prisoner-of-war camp located forty miles away from us!" The guard said, his joy was beyond words.

"What, Westerners? So powerful? Why did they help us fight against Japan?" Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes, feeling that nothing good happened.

"That's right, they are not from Huaxia, why would they help us?" Commissar Zhao was also puzzled.

"Commander, those people wiped out the 200 people trained by Colonel Yamamoto, and they are camping thirty miles to the east. If you don't believe me, you can go to the prisoner-of-war camp and have a look."

(End of this chapter)